We Are All Rhodesians Now

 

In the war against global Zimbabwe.

Perhaps you're just catching up to it or perhaps you're a veteran. Don't feel bad, it's never too late or too soon.

Your Old Friend,

LSP

Patriots

 

See what I mean?

Your Old Pal,

LSP

Buckle Up

 

Do you think we're in for a rough ride? Better buckle up, eh? But perhaps you're disarmed, as in the UK. You know, because "safety." Perhaps you think your globalist masters, your Beloved Elite, will allow you to own anything, like farmland or a house. Maybe you need to think again, and arm up. Just a thought. Anyway, here's a helpful tune.

Cheers,

LSP

Africa

 

"And yet the continent of Africa can barely do better than worked wood beams 500,000 years later." My dear Anon, you strike right to the dark heart of the matter. 

"See you at the Club" aside, Anon is commenting on this. And this, private jet flying, carbon spewing, multimillionaire socialist, green guru Kerry. Here he is:

Green Leader. Roger that.

Cheers,

LSP

A New Dog

 

The operation got on the road to Burleson on Monday to take care of business. And so, to pass I35W time, I crunched the numbers and discovered that I was, bizarrely, 58 on that very same day. Here's the complex math: 2023-1965 = x. Tricky, isn't it, and hint, 59 ≠ x.

I know, that's pretty racist but there you have it, mathematics. Bottom line accountancy satisfied, business concluded to mutual benefit, Thai curry consumed, yum, and it was back on the road to the Compound where...

There was a dog on the porch and a grinning soldier. "Happy birthday, dad. We interviewed a number of dogs and figured this one was best. Look, he's part Ridgeback, and you love Rhodesia. He doesn't even bark."

Moving, eh? The kid had gone off to the pound and found a dog for his dad, with attention to breed(s) and demeanor. Well, there it is, the Compound has a new rescue dog and he's a good boy, part Ridgeback, part Heeler, part something else, maybe Lab and/or Pyrenees?

Regardless, what shall we call him? The  pound called him "Chester," which obviously won't do. Perhaps Rhodie? But hey, all suggestions welcome.

Hope you're having big fun today as we celebrate our freedom.

Green Leader,

LSP

Green Leader

Respect,

LSP

Rhodesia

 

And so we come to Rhodesia, a beautiful country which was destroyed by Marxism. Apparently Great Britain was alright with that.

Dear God, what a betrayal of a country. And prosperous, civilized Rhodesia became sh*thole Zimbabwe. Not dissimilar, when you think about it, to our cities and way of life. It all used to be civilized, gentle, and now it's not. What's happened?

Anyone for PT?

A gang of crazed Marxists backed by psycho/sociopaths in suits and their dupe shills have been and are waxing large. Great will be the fall of them. In  the meanwhile, if these clowns think the USA is a rerun of Rhodesia, they'd better think again.

Your Friend,

LSP

White Lives Matter?

Maybe you disagree, maybe you think they don't. That's up to you, but note, the failed Wakandaist state of Zimbabwe's offering $3.5 billion it doesn't have to coax white farmers back. Good luck with that cash incentive.

Ride On

Utter scorn to the UK's commie leadership for selling that country down the river. So-called "Lord" Carrington, you're a complete, unmitigated, traitorous disgrace. Now watch, you corrupt, Marxist African fools, while the Chinese own and rape you.

In the meanwhile, the US has a decision to make.

AFRICOM,

LSP

SPACE ROCK

We love Space Rock at the Compound, and hope you do too. Asgardia, uplifting in a high orbit Rhodesian kind of way. But of course Space is Deep, right?

Ad Astra,

LSP

Grey's Scouts Ride On

We think, understandably, that horse cavalry's a thing of the past but it wasn't in Rhodesia in its courageous if doomed Bush War in the 1970s.

Facing a shortage of vehicles, petrol and the logistical reality of having to operate in rugged terrain, Rhodesian security forces raised an experimental unit of horse infantry, MIU (Mounted Infantry Unit) to take the war to the enemy.

The MIU proved successful despite initial criticism from units such as the Rhodesian Light Infantry and SAS. By 1975 the MIU had produced tangible results, the experiment worked:

The intimidating psychological effect on terrorist and tribesman alike of the man on the horse quickly gained the MIU a hard reputation and led to a widespread respect for the 'Mahout'. The sight of a horseman, with rifle levelled, crashing through the mealies towards a terrorist was more than enough to terrify the most hard-core commissar (leaders of terrorist gangs styled themselves 'political commissars').

The MIU became the Grey's Scouts, named after Captain Grey who raised cavalry against the wizard rebellion in Matabeleland in 1896, and fought with distinction.

Horse soldiering's made a comeback since the 1970s, not least in central North Texas where membership in irregular mounted units under the honorary colonelcy of First Lady Melania is both prized and sought after.

Thanks, Mattexian, for the reminder.

Ride On,

LSP

The Ontological Argument

The Selous Scout video came to an end and I looked at Blue Ontology and he looked at me. We were on the porch, the Compound's front office, and it was already getting hot, being March in Texas. 

Blue Philosopher looked me in the eye and softly growled, "Master, I've rephrased the Ontological Argument."

"Oh, you have, have you? Fur head."
"Don't call me 'fur head', your Eminence, I'm excited by modal possibility."

Note Shadow Wolf

So much for a pleasant morning sipping strong covfefe and watching the Bush War, in which a country was sold down the river by the West into the hands of Marxist savages. I prepared myself for a canine discourse; sure enough, it came.

"You see, Parson, Anselm can be re-imagined like this!" exclaimed the four legged philosopher.

"If God exists then he has necessary existence. Either God has necessary existence or he doesn't, and if God doesn't have necessary existence, then he necessarily doesn't exist. "Are you with me?" 

I grunted, idly cleaning the gas block of an FN/FAL (SLR/L1A1). My furry intellectual continued.

"Therefore, either God has necessary existence, or he necessarily doesn't, and if God necessarily doesn't have necessary existence, then he necessarily doesn't exist. Therefore, either God has necessary existence, or he necessarily doesn't exist."

Ontology

The dog paused while I reflected on the pros and cons of gas impingement v. piston, "Carry on." He did, I couldn't stop him.

"Master, it is not the case that God necessarily doesn't exist. Therefore God has necessary existence and if God has necessary existence, then God exists. Therefore God exists!"

He sat back, satisfied with his logic and doubtless expecting an ontological "treat." I looked him in the eye, "So, you've been reading Plantinga again, have you? Well, I must say it makes a welcome change from Jan Hus."

Milk Bone

And for that he got a bone, a milk bone. It seemed necessary at the time.

Your Pal,

LSP

Coup In Zim

This genius is being replaced by...

This, or something very much like it.

There was a time when that part of Africa was a country, defended by people like these. And now everything's better, except that it isn't.

Feel free to disagree.

Your Old Buddy,

LSP

Calgary Hippy Discovers Rhodesia

After a grueling flight, which was delayed by 3 hours because the plane was broken, I arrived in Calgary. It was good to be back in the land of the ice and snow and I checked in to the Hyatt, downtown.

A Typical Calgary Bar

Good stuff, I like the Calgary Hyatt and it's fun to walk out of the hotel and into the blinding snow, to look at the shops on Stephen Avenue. I was doing just that when a tall hippy came up to me, complete with long hair and beard. He was wearing a pink vest over his coat, and I noticed the pink outfit had a curious logo. "Because I'm A Girl," it said. Hunh, I thought, incisively.

Stephen Avenue Attacked by the Weather

"Can I speak with you for a moment?" said the hippy. "Sure," I replied, "but only for a moment." Heartened by my friendly man-in-the-snow demeanor, the hippy asked where I came from, then launched into his pitch. 

"I'm with Because I'm A Girl."
"Oh, you are?"
"Yeah, we're the oldest community development organisation in the thir... developing countries."
"You nearly said 'third world,' didn't you."
"Uhh, yeah, I guess I kind of did."

The Because I'm A Girl Hippy looked pretty sheepish and started to make a pink-vested excuse for his thought crime. I interrupted.

"Look, I really don't care. I still call it Rhodesia."
"Rhodesia? What's that?"
"Zimbabwe, mate."

Realization dawned on the face of my new friend, and Because I'm A Girl gaped, like a bearded Bass; then he began to laugh. I headed off to look for snow boots.

Make of this what you will.

LSP

A Regular Sunday

It's hard to think, much less speak, on the back porch over the sound of mad dogs barking and the cacophony of crazed peacocks.

I tell you, it's a wall of sound, and we're not talking Phil Spector. But we are talking scoff.

A Philisophical Friend

That's because my Wittgensteinian ally has tipped up, looking for some country action. Normally he hunts in South East Africa. Tomorrow, we'll be hunting in South East Texas, on a central tip. 

Cook it Up!

And who knows, we might even get something, unlike our Syrian Terrorist Training Program, which failed, dismally.

Your Old Pal,

LSP

Chasing Birds

I didn't get out in the field over the last two days to chase birds and shoot them, but my buddies did. They shot their limit, and I'd say that was laudable.

Maybe their success was down to brush pants and Yeti coolers? Who knows, but what we do know is that both Yetis shot their limit.

Well done, team.

LSP

Pool Monkey

Sometimes it makes sense to go to the Verandah Club pool and relax. You can swim up to the bar and order food.

I understand their Lion Burgers are especially good. Two, please. 

In other news, some safaris are offering discounts on life-size monkey trophies. Some people think they'd make good money safes.

"So where's the money?" 

"In the monkey."

Cheers, 

LSP

Protective Edge

It's not just about shotguns and fishing for me. Sometimes I fall back to the Veranda Club in Dallas for a bit of R&R. It has a good pool with a bar you can swim up to. I like that, obviously, and I also like it when they play '70s rock music over the PA. Some guests tell me it reminds them of "Rhodie", can't think why.

IDF

Less happily, I worry and pray for my friends' kids that are fighting in Protective Edge. So far they're O.K., and I thank God for that. 

Note Suicide Donkey

I also wish the IDF total success against the Jihad savages they're fighting. Imagine, for a moment, what Tel Aviv, for example, would look like if the same crew that brought us Mosul achieves its objectives.

That must not happen.

LSP